"AAAAAAAAAH!"
In the shattered corridor, the werewolf Oz roared madly as if he had gone insane, charging at the four people even as he howled.
They were four figures in black robes, each radiating an ominous aura.
All four black-robed figures were extremely high-level—levels eighty-seven, eighty-six, eighty-five, and eighty-three respectively. Every one of them was an expert above level eighty, and their surging magic power far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Facing Oz's frenzied assault, the four showed no panic whatsoever. They spread out in an orderly fashion, surrounding Oz from four directions, then extended their hands in unison. Magic power surged around them as they flung out chains of magic, which coiled around Oz's body.
"AAAH! AAAAAH!"
Oz kept roaring and struggling. The muscles all over his body bulged, veins even standing out across his face. The magical chains were pulled taut, creaking and cracking as though they were about to snap.
This werewolf's strength was still absurd. He could even break free from magical restraints through brute force alone, enough to leave anyone dumbfounded.
But the black-robed figures seemed to have come prepared.
Crackle!
As a burst of electric crackling rang out, lightning flashed in the hands of all four black-robed figures gripping the chains.
The lightning turned into bolts of electricity, raced through the chains, and wildly flickered across Oz's body.
"GRAAAAAH!"
Oz immediately let out a cry of agony.
Clearly, being electrocuted was not particularly pleasant.
Yet the four black-robed figures remained unmoved, continuing to cast magic and shock Oz as though carrying out a task. There was no emotion or thought behind their actions. They were like machines.
Just as the four were about to electrocute Oz into unconsciousness, an angry voice finally rang out.
"Let him go!"
The catgirl sprang toward the four black-robed